Three kids are sitting around the lunch table at school.
One says, “My dad’s a lawyer. People pay him $200 for letter with his opinion on it.”
Another says, “My dad’s a doctor. He writes prescriptions on a little sheet of paper and people pay him $300 for it.”
The third says, “My dad’s a preacher. He writes a few notes a napkin, tells everyone and it takes 8 people to collect all the money.”
The fact that no one understands you doesn’t mean you’re an artist.
Thought for the day
Because of the Lord’s great love we are not consumed, for his compassions never fail. They are new every morning; great is your faithfulness. Lamentations 3:22–23 (NIV)
Since God’s compassion starts new every morning, you will never reach a point where his supply of love is exhausted